Penelope's Perspective (Tall Slender Imposing Body)

I--

<Ding-Dong.>

I tap my fingers into my hips as I wait, the buzzer's loud cry echoing obnoxiously off the lobby's walls. No reply again. At this rate, one of the neighbors is going to come by before Paul does. Tsk. Stupid boy oughtta keep a better schedule. Show's me for trying to do him a solid and take him to the club for his birthday.

The girls were so very excited too. At least, they were going to be, after the first round of drinks... This damn son of mine, I swear. All that weedling about how I could expand my operations online and how the tripe he's learning at that school will totally be useful, and _this _is how he pays me back when I try to be nice? I swear I oughta call my 'friends' and --- No. Deep breaths, Penny. This is still your son we're talking about here. He's probably just sleeping in after a late night. Again.

Tapping my suit-dress again, I--

I--

<Ding-Dong.>

The doorbell echoes off into the lonely streets as I tap one finger into the swell of my waist and eye the camera. Well, Paul, how long are you going to leave your mommy waiting, hm? You know I've got a key and could pick the lock besides, right?

Hm~. The air's nice tonight. Not so chilly I feel the need to cover my tits, and not so hot they get all sweaty and vulgar. Wouldn't want people to mistake me for one of my girls, after all. Still, the thrill of flexing on the people as I pass is well-worth it: Yes, I'm walking around with my tits out. No, you can't do anything about it. Go ahead, try calling on me: See how well it goes~

Ah, but tonight no one's about. That's probably because Paul chose the seedier part of town on purpose to save on price... and avoid getting drummed out of college by my visits. Silly boy, what would you do without your mother's generosity keeping you safe, hm~?

Speaking of which, I think I've about had it with waiting. Signaling one of the boys keeping watch, I---